Very good. Unbiased and precise. Retracting his fist, Mitsuhide grabbed the rope on Anders Hellman, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked out of the abandoned iron shack.
"Interrogation finished?"
"Yeah, it's all done." When Mitsuhide came out carrying the unconscious Anders Hellman, Panam Palmer, who was leaning against the car outside, asked casually.
"Gestapo time is over."
"Then what next? Kill him?"
Panam Palmer asked, arms crossed, leaning against the car, frowning as she watched Mitsuhide shove Anders Hellman into the car.
"Kill him? Don't say such terrifying things, okay?" Mitsuhide clapped his hands and closed the car door, his eyes widening in surprise as he heard Panam Palmer say that.
"We are all about universal love and democracy here, how could we do something as terrifying as taking a human life?"
"Fine, suit yourself." Hearing Mitsuhide's exaggerated tone, Panam Palmer knew this guy was teasing her again.
"Uh..." Seeing that Panam Palmer had gotten smarter and didn't fall for his trap, Mitsuhide could only awkwardly pat the dust off his thighs and leaned against the car just like Panam Palmer.
"We just need to wait a little longer; my companions will be here soon, and then we'll send this guy to a place where no one can find him."
"It seems our cooperation ends here." Looking at the iron shack in front of him, listening to the iron plates creaking in the wind, Mitsuhide felt a hint of relief in his heart.
Things are changing. At least for now, he had obtained a lot of intelligence. Intelligence sufficient to change the situation. The most important thing, naturally, was the coordinates of the Biotechnica laboratory developing biochemical weapons.
He had once been convinced that he wanted revenge. This wasn't a joke. So what if it's a corporation? Can't they be fought? If he lost, he could just run into the Badlands and fight a guerrilla war. Johnny said it. A real man has to fight.
Mitsuhide was feeling heroic, but Panam Palmer, standing to the side, was not in such a happy mood.
Yes, the cooperation was over. Her car and cargo had been recovered. But what now?
The Nomad Panam Palmer couldn't help but wonder. What path should she take in the future? Should she continue running transport for Rogue, or return to her clan? This was truly a difficult decision.
Having been out for such a long time, to be honest, her anger towards her clan had subsided a bit. After all, she didn't really hate her clan; she just had some grievances about some of the leader Saul's actions. Therefore, now struggling with whether to hang around Night City or return to the clan, she was in a dilemma.
Looking at Mitsuhide, who was leaning there in a roguish manner, for some reason, Panam Palmer felt like asking this guy for his opinion. His sense of ease and optimism seemed to have infected her, making her want to find some advice from him.
"Um..." Panam Palmer had just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by the roar of an engine. Looking up, a van was driving from the distance at the end of the sandy ground. Panam Palmer was just about to grab her gun when she was stopped by Mitsuhide.
"Rest assured, these are our people." Watching the van drive up and stop in front of them, Mitsuhide shook his head in relaxation. Good grief, they finally arrived. The car door opened, black leather boots hit the ground, and a Girl wearing a red and black motorcycle suit stepped out.
"Uh..." Looking at the woman who stepped out of the car, with long straight black hair and an East Asian face, Panam Palmer didn't quite know what to say.
"Um... Mitsuhide, this is..."
"Ah, this is Kikyo, my, um... close comrade-in-arms."
Seeing the car arrive, Mitsuhide, somewhat excited to be able to pack up Anders Hellman and send him back into Night City, patted the shoulder of the cold-faced Kikyo and introduced her enthusiastically to Panam Palmer.
"Hmm..." Looking at Kikyo's East Asian face, which was the same as Mitsuhide's, Panam Palmer opened her mouth, somewhat at a loss, until Kikyo greeted her.
"Hello, I'm Kikyo."
"Ah, hello, hello, you can call me Panam Palmer."
After exchanging greetings, Panam Palmer awkwardly moved aside.
As for what she had wanted to tell Mitsuhide earlier, she naturally forgot it all now.
She just watched Mitsuhide drag Anders out of the car and stuff him into the back of the truck.
"Farewell for now, Panam Palmer. I'll find you for a drink if there's a chance later."
After warmly bidding her farewell, Mitsuhide and the new woman got into the car and drove off without looking back.
Vroom... the roar of the engine faded into the distance. Watching the truck grow smaller and smaller as it drove away, Panam Palmer stood there clutching her big gun, somewhat speechless.
Only the rustling of tumbleweeds and Panam Palmer's wide, staring eyes remained.
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